Page 21 of The Dragon 2
What did he send me?
A loading image popped up, and it took its sweet time loading.
One slow, teasing swirl of buffering light, spinning like it had all the time in the world while I lay there… aching for Kenji and too damned curious for my own good. My thumb hovered near the edge of the screen, ready to swipe back, to close it, tonotlook—but my body didn’t get the memo.
What is it? A photo of his face? Of Paris at sunrise? No way.
Kenji wasn’t the“look at the city’s skyline”type of guy.
My heart tapped against my ribs, bracing for impact.
Another pause.
The loading bar ticked one more notch.
God, what are you doing to me, Dragon?
I tilted the phone, like that might make it go faster, even though I knew damn well it wouldn’t.
Then, Isawthe image and screeched.
OH SHIT!!
My phone slipped from my hand like it had shocked me, landing face-up on the futon beside my thigh.
“Jesus!” I grabbed the sheet and covered my face, even though no one was in the room to witness my breakdown. “This man is insane!”
But even as I scolded him in my head, I was already reaching for the phone again, my fingers greedy with curiosity and heat.
But damn!
I picked it up slowly like it was holy.
And Lord, it was.
Because there on the screen—centered, framed like a damn art piece—was Kenji’s cock.
Very fucking big.
Super thick.
Smooth.
Beautiful.
And exquisitely pierced.
At the tip of his swollen cock’s head, right where soft pinkish-tan skin turned into a flushed crown, was a delicate gold rose.
Not gaudy.
Not crude.
Just absolutely elegant.
The petals were sculpted—refined, almost too beautiful to be real. Not a cheap barbell or edgy punk ring, but a piece of luxury art on his cock.
The contrast made my breath hitch.
